One year ago today...
The Limpopo River moved slowly and thickly in front of me. I could see a small pod of hippos to the left. I thought of Eve Jackson’s words of wisdom. I may never have this view again, I thought. After my shower, even though we still had a few weeks together and Scott would be with Ndoto for another month after I left, I began to prepare the Landy for storage. “Why are you doing that now?” Scott asked somewhat irritably from the hammock.
As I went through every inch of the Landy—the library, the pantry, our clothes bins, the secret places and the super secret places that we keep spare cash, credit cards and passports—I began collecting all the important documents, portable hard drives, laptops, wallets… all the valuable stuff, and I put it all in one sack and place it inside my clothes bin. Scott, absorbed in Tony’s book, didn’t notice my somewhat irrational behavior. He wouldn’t have understood. I didn’t understand. But, like an expectant mother who compulsively nests, or like a Boy Scout who wants to be prepared, I couldn’t stop myself.
As so often happens when I am in Africa, feelings of gratitude and contentment washed over me. I am exactly where I want to be doing exactly what I want to do with the only person I can imagine wanting to do it with.
"Clare, what's wrong? What has happened?"
“Auntie Teresa," she repeated. "Colin died.”